Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Micronesia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Marc Almond to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Mummies. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
Suburban Knight,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Unwound,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pharoah Sanders,
Youth Brigade,
Arcadia,
Jeff Mills,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Theoretical Girls,
Carl Craig,
Ten City,
The Real Kids,
Newcleus,
The Smoke,
Lakeside,
The Misunderstood,
Gregory Isaacs,
Parry Music,
The Young Rascals,
World's Most,
The Monochrome Set,
Jacob Miller,
Bizarre Inc.,
Agent Orange,
Henry Cow,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Siglo XX,
Index,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Johnny Clarke,
Connie Case,
Oblivians,
Lalann,
Au Pairs,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kevin Saunderson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Barry Ungar,
Man Parrish,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lou Christie,
Guru Guru,
Crime,
DJ Style,
Bill Near,
Goldenarms,
The Grass Roots,
Sam Rivers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bobby Womack,
Brand Nubian,
John Cale,
Ronnie Foster,
The Index,
Gong,
Icehouse,
Deepchord,
Bang On A Can,
The Divine Comedy,
Man Eating Sloth,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.